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Ecouter Erduan Osmani 2011 2012 Milioneri Bijav Ki Italia By _-{}DjAjNuRpLaYbOy03{}-_


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i dont wanna hurt you (prince johnny feat d nice)

i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love D NICE love is one only thing that's you can't ever touch the way you give me your tongue baby you make me blush when i looking into your eyes hun you can see i'm fallin love yeah! yeah! lanmou ke'm gen pou ou son lanmou enkomprab chak jou lide'm sou ou viv san ou m'pa kwè m'ap kapab se ou ki tout pou mwen e se ou ki bay viv sans se ou ki gen kontwòl mwen e poumwen son rekompans BONDYE ka banm bèl ti madanm bote tout fanm marye avè'w depi lontan se sa'm te genyen kòm planm wè sim ta blese'w bb m' pap t'ap gen padon BONDYE m'ap toujou nan pye'w ou se sèl sen m' ka adore ou se sèl fanm ki plase nan vi'm tou avè'w mwen janm m' ka fè avni'm tou m'pa kwè lòt jan m'ka toumante lespri'm tou sa se love queen san lajan ou paka achte (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love & D NICE pa gen etap , ki pèse nan vi'm sou pa, sou lage nan vi'm se tach ou,ki rete nan vi'm sa se kè'm m'ap ba'w ou dwe kwè m'avè'w pou pa koute les ennemi(es) n'ap blow formul kise ban'm m'ap ba'w tout se louvri kò'w drog pa'm nan baby gen lè, se lè mwen fin goute'w grog pa'm nan swetty se nan gòj mwen m'ap mezire'w han! ou se baton vyeyès mwen bèl déesse mwen bèl nègès mwen pou tout tan m'ap viv se ou pou ki kontwole, tansyon tès mwen fò'w gen rezon des saisons lady pou di'm ke w'ale pap janm gen saison ni rezon avè'w destine'm trase sa se sweet love pou sa'm pap janm pòv pou ou'm dwe plis chòv i don't wanna hurt you baby girl what s'up the way you touch me lady you break my heart han! baby you break my heat (REF)---PRINCE JOHNNY i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna hug you i don't wanna hurt you i'm ready got no time, for stories can i be the one, you calling funny funny and i hope you understand pregnant my heat with by kissing my baby i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love i just wanna kiss you bb i just wanna hug you lady you are the one that bless my heart i dont't wanna hurt you my love ou prince johnny yeah man d nice all ladies know yeah that's love that's love T.R.F

I'm Made (Pastor Troy)

[Pastor Troy]

[Verse 1:]

Introduction to a lunatic (come on):huh, y'all playing (come on)
Got AK's for tha stupid shit (come on):huh,
And that's all I'm saying (come on)
Yeah, laying low, bag of dro', smoking heavily (uh-huh)
Carl Mo drop the mutha**in melody (well uh-huh)
Y'all don't wanna get this thing crunked up (uh-huh)
I got my pistol in my gut, nigga what! (uh-huh)
Younger paper, so these haters about maxed out (uh-huh)
I approach 'em they don't know what I'm talking bout (well uh-huh)
Say "Naw Troy, I don't understand,
I tried to warn all them niggas that you the man" (well uh-huh)
I'm making money, I'm country, and roll wit felons (uh-huh)
You talking bout shit real, Bitch who ya telling? (well uh-huh)
?? like a code red
And I ain't' grinning till you mutha**in dead
Who said?:

[Hook:]

If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy mutha**ers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]

Bitch I'm mutha**in made - [4x]
Get paid

[Verse 2:]

Yeah, verse two I'm a make you feel real lame
Got a gram talking bout he in the dope game
Say he got a nigga coming from Amida
I'm a introduce ya nigga to my Ruga
You got 30 ki's nigga bring ya ki's out
Mutha**er you still sleeping at ya mama house
Selling dope for 5 years with no profit
Bitch if you can't come up you needs to stop it
Tha game I locked it, nobody else can enter
D-S-G-B representer
We in the winter riding drop tops
Pussy nigga you need to stop, give me my props
They call the cops but that ain't necessary
(A tell 'em why) - I'm made
Go get some knowledge from yo library
Pussy nigga learn to get paid

[Hook:]

If I go out in a blaze
Tell all them pussy mutha**ers I was gunning till I fell in my grave
And I don't sweat the disrespect
I expose the tech to let them know that I was never afraid
[Repeat]

Bitch I'm mutha**in made - [4x]
Get paid

Rhonda (Pastor Troy)

Pastor Troy:

KD had called and gave me the word
Said this nigga had ten birds, in Augusta for the week
From the islands
As soon as K told me this shit, I started smiling
Cause all I could see was money piling
Shit, on top of money
Now, ??? with the money for the week, and Chesapeake
The heat made my nigga take a break
If I could catch all 10 of them bitches, and I don't look suspicious
I'ma sell the ** quart for the ?? the ha ha
As I told K bye bye, he shot me advice
If you gone do it nigga do it nigga, ** thinking twice
This is ya nigga for life
Go fight 'em fire for fire
Hit my hip when you finish said his calling card expired
Hung up the phone, contemplating on who help me do it
There's Kia and Jessica and then Rhonda truitt
Now Jessica to stupid and Kia lie to much,
I guess I'll take Rhonda, cause Rhonda don't give a **
But first I got to pump her up
I'm give her what, 10 g's
Tell her if she really love me she would do this for me
Eternally we'll be together for better or for worse
But first we got to take these niggas to the hearse
Burst in they shit, get the bricks come back out
I'm be waiting in the chevy, you know I'm ready to take em' out
If they front 'cha baby, come on, we make it we rich
Come on, shit, Rhonda, my down**bitch

Chorus: <Help me Rhonda, help help me Rhonda (in background)
I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo' realer than reality
** that dumb shit, it take nothing to a casualty
<Repeat 4X>

Well I'm the realist bitch
I'm mo realer than reality (well uh huh)
** that dumb shit (uh huh)
It take nothing to a casualty (what)
FBI be after me, quareter ki in my womanly (uh huh)
Coming back from St. Croix
First lady to Pastor Troy (well come on)
Even I'm a Georgia Boy, cause boy I'm ready jack (well uh huh)
All you got to say is where them pussy niggas hangin' at (well uh huh)
Drop it like a maniac (uh huh)
Set it off by myself (well uh huh)
** them pussy mother**ers and who ever else

Pastor Troy:

Okay baby, you set it off, there will be no more living single
I'll be ready to tie the knot after we lick them for them blocks
Grab the glock, and shot out the lot, and keep on bustin'
Then I'm gone bust in cusin' and leave his punk**fa' nothing
Now what's in store for you is 10 g's
(That's enough for me, I don't give a fat **
what's the ** hold up?)
About this time I saw a truck, to a familiar
K had said them mother**ers had a truck similiar
Passengers are him and her, playing some reggae shit
Two a.k.'s, me and my bitch, one false move we gone spit
Guess the driver thank he slick, dred head mother**er
Guess he most be know my bitch, Rhonda watch them mother**ers
That owe 'em money, that what, with K.D. & Chesapeake
Heard that when he spoke with me and now her folk wanna smoke me
If he had the keys all I can do now is wonder
But for now me and Rhonda filling 'em up with the thunder

Chorus: (Repeat 4X)

Everything They Owe (2Pac)

Imagine if we could go back
Actually talk to the mother**ers that persevered (hehehe)
I mean the first mother**ers that came in the slave ships
(Hey, excuse me, excuse me) Y'know? (Look)

[2Pac]
We back for everything you owe, no longer oppressed
cause now we overthrow those that placed us in this rotten mess
But let's agree on strategy and pick out enemies right
Who stands accused of the abuse my own, kind do right
Pardon, not disregardin what you thinkin but you musta been the ship
cause once I rip your whole shit is sinkin
Supreme ideology, you claim to hold
Claimin that we all drug dealers with empty souls
That used to tempt me to roll, commit to violence
In the midst of an act of war, witnesses left silent
Shatter, black talon style, thoughts I throw
It remains in your brain then of course it grows
Maybe, even your babies can produce and rise
Picture a life where black babies can survive past five
But we must have hope, quotin the reverand from the pulpit
Refuse to turn the other cheek we must defeat the evil culprit
Lace me with words of destruction and I'll explode
but supply me with the will to survive, and watch the world grow
This ain't bout talkin bout problems, I bring solutions
Where's the restitution, sti**ted through the constitution
You violated, now I'm back to haunt your nights
Listen to the screams, of the lives you sacrificed
And in case you don't know, ghetto born black seeds still grow
We comin back, for everything you owe

[Chorus: sung]
I'm comin collectin the shit that belong to me
Mother**ers are runnin and duckin
I'm a crazy nigga on a mission wit a bad mentality
Armed with missiles guns grenades
Pull out the pin, free I'm comin

[2Pac over Chorus]
How do you plead Mr. Shakur, how do you plead?
How do I plead?
Yes sir, how do you plead?
Shit, you know how I plead
C'mon!!
Psssh

[2Pac]
Not guilty on the grounds of insanity it was them or me
Bustin at my innocent family, say they lookin for ki's
I was home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin bout, "Where is the quaaludes?" What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No feedback is what he uttered, before he screamed "Nigga mother**er"
Dropped me to my knees I proceed to bleed
Sufferin a rain of blows to my hands and knees
Will I survive, is God watchin?
I grab his gat and bust in self-defense, my only option, God damn
Now they got me goin to the county jail
And my family can't pay this outrageous bail
Try to offer me a deal, they told me if I squeal
move me, and my people, to a mansion in Brazil
Not me, so this is how it ends, no friends
I'll be stressed and they just, reposessed my Benz
Told the judge it was self-defense, he won't listen
So I'm bumpin this in federal prison, givin everything I owe

[Chorus - 2X]

Like Father Like Son (Sporty Thievz)




(Chorus)
Passed from old to young wise to dumb
Somethin' wonder where I got my smarts from where I got my heart from
Live by the gun then die by one your time gon' come
Learned from my pops like father like son

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him 'cuz to fear him is to love him
'Till death hugs him leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food while he's grubbin'
Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle
.357 long-nose potatoe muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in puddles
At the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the Fedz had plenty on him
Died with the semi on him, now life goes on
Reading the will he said bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm waiting
The cash, combination stashed behind the painting
Give my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flaunt
The car keys with the red Dupont

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your father was alive you wouldn't be out here
running around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,
yo**would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in life
You know what I'm sayin? Yo ** that I give up."

(Verse 2)
Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep seats fancy chrome
Cell phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat hanging
Dangling, doin' ninety on sharp roads handling
Can't be him, naw, then he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzling
Said call her Jasmine and passed him the pen
Said beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skin
Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissed
Some chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicks
He posed holding tits and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suit
Should've saw Dubez, bubling like crisco oil
Ice reflected like foil to a disco ball

(Chorus)

Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hip
Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and bust around on him
Honey shotgun trying to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now it's on, Tone went straight to the estate
Heavily secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone knows hoe's goes with crime
Crime goes with niggas tailing the whole time
That's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>From a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddy
Told her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"
Put it to her head and said, "God bless you"
Ran into the crib and went straight for the guns
Peeping the assainants through high-tech surveilence
Like father like son done, but who the last man standing?
Tone ain't goin' out like Bruce and Brandon
Bombs in the canon, AK's and bazooks
Cocked all of them shits back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Of course gotta admit he was smarter than I thought
Buried bodies under the porch and never got caught
Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's always smarter
and first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father

(Chorus fades)

Like Father, Like Son (Sporty Thievz)

(Chorus)
Passed from old to young, wise to dumb
Somethin' wonder where I got my smarts from, where I got my heart from
Live by the gun, then die by one, your time gon' come
Learned from my pops like father, like son

(Verse 1)
The Fedz can't bug him, 'cuz to fear him is to love him
'Till death hugs him, leavin' the stugs above him
You could try to drug him through his food while he's grubbin'
Half-dead paramedics got to fibulate his rubbin
Cousin was stubbin, chrome couple in the duffle
.357 long-nose potatoe muffle
Nigga stayed in trouble 'till guns sprayed the bubble
Ran out of the car, blood spots layed in puddles
At the funeral mourn niggas poured the henny on him
He was walking on threads, the Fedz had plenty on him
Died with the semi on him, now life goes on
Reading the will he said bury me with nice clothes on
And let my wife glow on, leftover ki's while I'm waiting
The cash, combination stashed behind the painting
Give my son everything he's taking, what he wants he can flaunt
The car keys with the red Dupont

(Chorus)

"Yo Tone, If your father was alive you wouldn't be out here
running around wilding, drinking, smoking and shit,
yo**would be trying to stay alive and striving for better things in life
You know what I'm sayin? Yo ** that I give up."

(Verse 2)
Naw, that can't be Tone, who's father got blown alone
In the tropical six, peep seats fancy chrome
Cell phone slow jammin', Ice on his throat hanging
Dangling, doin' ninety on sharp roads handling
Can't be him, naw, then he jumped out
Pulled a blunt out, dumb skunk out, then puffed his lungs out
Stuck his tounge out, chick that passed him grabbed him
She all laughing, rubbed his moustache, said he was dazzling
Said call her Jasmine and passed him the pen
Said beep him at ten, wrote his number on her skin
Got back in the six, relaxed a bit, flashed and kissed
Some chick snapped the tints, asked him for flicks
He posed holding tits and chips like he was rich
The way he flossed loot was like he hit a law suit
Should've saw Dubez, bubling like crisco oil
Ice reflected like foil to a disco ball

(Chorus)

Yo, ten o'clock sharp, honey hit him on the hip
Tone comes through the strip, ear to the flip
Spittin' image of his pops with a 4 pail on him
Niggas in the street went and bust around on him
Honey shotgun trying to clown on him
Tone went, "Whatchu good for?" and the bitch went down on him
Now it's on, Tone went straight to the estate
Heavily secluded with a guard at the gate
But wait, Tone knows hoe's goes with crime
Crime goes with niggas tailing the whole time
That's why he brought em' to the sticks, he was on to them dicks
>From a lad he knew those were the niggas who killed daddy
Told her, "Bitch, got a surprise, close your eyes, don't wrestle"
Put it to her head and said, "God bless you"
Ran into the crib and went straight for the guns
Peeping the assainants through high-tech surveilence
Like father like son done, but who the last man standing?
Tone ain't goin' out like Bruce and Brandon
Bombs in the canon, AK's and bazooks
Cocked all of them shits back, said "this is for pop Dukes"

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Of course gotta admit he was smarter than I thought
Buried bodies under the porch and never got caught
Lesson taught: to the smartest, there's always smarter
and first you gotta learn to be a man before you can learn to be a father

(Chorus fades)

Yeh Hai Meri Kahani (Strings)

yeh hai meri kahani
khamosh zindagani
sannata keh raha hai
kyun zulm seh raha hai

ek dastaan purani
tanhayi ki zubani
her zakham khil raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha hai

chubtay kantay yadoon ke daaman say chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mai zinda hoon

bass yeh meri kahani
benishaan nishaani
ek darr beh raha hai
kuch mujh se keh raha hai

chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon

(john's Part)..

bajay pyaar ki shabnum mere gulistaan mein
baraste rehte hain har simt maut ke saye
siyahiyon se ulajh padti hain meri aankhein
koi nahi .. koi bhi nahi jo batlaye
kitni der ujalon ki raah dekhe
koi nahi hai koi bhi nahi
na pass na durr
yeh pyaar hai
dil ki dharkan
apni chahat ka jo ellan kiye jaati hai
zindagi hai jo jiye jaati hai
khoon k ghoont peay jaati hai
khwaab aankhon se siye jaati hai

ab na koi paas hai
phir bhi ehsaas hai
yahiaon mai uljhi padi
jeene ki ek aas hai
yadoon ka jungle yeh dil
kaanton se jal thal yeh dil

chubtay kaanten yadoon ke daaman se chunta hoon
girti deewaron ke aanchal mein zinda hoon

Sky's The Limit (Dres)




Chucky Smash Now close your eyes..visualize and see what we be

seeing...eveident with the evidence...nobody be
freeing...wisdom...release your mind..bitches rockin Calvin
Klein..confined to watchin rewinds of Martin on channel 9... where
the
blind lead the blind destination to the boulevard..blessed to be
fresh...beatboxin' like M&R...flashback..to Cold
Crush...Easy A.D.in...I used tyo rock the tube sox...aye yo, my box
was
JVC an nowaday, these Childs wanna live like Mr. Kevin....o.t.
with mad
g's...push a 7 or a Legend.....Yo, was
it the buddas?...stick up niggas with 17 shooters...but they don't
understand till they're three time losers...Chucky Smash...I be killin
em...I hit em with the minimum...then I start
smackin em...I take em to the maximum...level..you retreat,
complete
back pedal....The Microphone Lord...I'm steppin off with a bad
broad

YO, MY GLARE IS BLINDING...GOT A KNACK FOR
FINDING.....CURENCY FOR
SHINING...DOLLAR SIGNS AND DIAMONDS....SKY'S
THE LIMIT..YO, WE LIVE IT,
NEVER BE TIMID...CAUSE REAL NIGGAS DON'T FAKE
IT... CAUSE REAL NIGGAS
LIVE IT

Chi I layed low for six years...was in no rush to drop an album..still
got g's and car keys...wasn't stressed without one...yo wonder how
come
I ain't rappin and I'm stayin creamy...ladies
love me and I'm peelin Franklins when you see me... up in the
Tunnel, at
Esos, even the Mirage....I bag up models at expos and we menage
trois...no, I'm no star but my aura and my
jewels are gleamin...and now I'm driving so I'm keepin lifestyles
filled
with semen...No yall aint dreaming...It's Chi Ali..I'm back to
stay...and dare niggas say some shit I think is wack
today...my record label drop me..but that shit still ain't stop me..It
got me mad so I had to go o.t. and cop me..a diamond stud and a
fat**
cuban link...be stayin laced cause I just refuse
to sink..or fall off and now I'm back to set it all off..yea..me and my
niggas rentin floors in the Waldorf Cie Lo Now I'm holding more
records
than Tower..when I reign..do more than
shower..No baking soda, come back story - I devour...delete,
destroy -
prime time, by the hour - Grand Rapids - never delt with
coke...barely
touch flour...Torn from the seam...born in my
genes to get the cream like noxem - shine like oil sheen....Niggas in
this game with that in-expensive talk...while I'm out buying property
-
real estate - and side walks...I elevate at a rate
that's heavy weight...straight from the state where we chop it and
break...the Legion see...we click on all cylinders...o.t. locking
blocks
and holding down Dillingers

HOOK

Cules Check it..To get what I got in my possession...I had to use
some
aggression dealin in my profession...My compliance with my clients
is to
a science...I'm only dealin with giants
because I'm forming an alliance....They call me Molecules..you
know the
rules..I paid my dues...back in the day..I walk the streets with
.22's.....now, It's different times and different
weathers...so now I rock the block with glocks under butter soft
leather...Although I changed my flow..I'm about gettin doe..but on
the
low..I don't think these niggas know we about to
blow...Now we're pushin limos...me and my Legion team...kickin
the
breeze...sippin on Dom P...Remy on freeze...I went from sportin
Swatches
to Cuban links around my neck...Sub
Mariner Rolex..Assault mix made by Avirex....Yo Dres...These
petty
mother**ers is small in the mind...they will find it's time for Black
Sheep and the Legion to shine....And **in
with me is like snortin a ki of lines...ya better off bustin yourself
with a million nines.... cause my mind is on pushin weight and
dicking
dimes and your mind revolves on sippin three
dollar bottles of wine

Mechanical Animals (Marilyn Manson)

We were neurophobic and perfect
The day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren't so human
But If we cry we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god

I never gonna be the one for you
I never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good for you
Bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all

You were my mechanical bride
A Phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic and as hollow as the "o" in god

I am never gonna be the one for you
I never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good for you
Bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
They'll never be good for you
Bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
I am never gonna be the one for you
I never gonna save the world from you



This isn't me I'm not mechanical
I'm just a boy playing the suicide ki ng [ 5x ]

Duur (Strings)

Duuuur Duuuuuuuur
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur
Duur se koi aaye
Kaheen chupke se woh dil me
samaa jaaye
saajnaaaa
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur
Duur se koi aaye
Kaheen chupke se woh dil me
samaa jaaye
saajnaaaa
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur
(Solo)

Dekhein Mujhe Jab Woh Aankhein
Me Kho Jaaoon
In aankhon ke raste
Me us ke dil me samaaon
Kuch keh naa paaon use me
Kuch sun naa paaon
Us ke bina mera jeevan
Jaise koi soona gaaon
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)
Suraj ki kirno se bantaa hai
chehra tumhara
Ik yehi chehra
hai mera jeevan sahaara
aakhein teri meri nadiyaan
palkein kinara
laakhon dekhon me akela
hai mera yeh dil bechara
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)
Duur se koi aaye
Kaheen chupke se woh dil me
samaa jaaye
saajna
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)
Duuuur Duuuuuuuur (With Rhythm 1 in back)


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